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Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Here is how I become the beginning of my son’s storyHe gets heavier and every day my body is a little lessmy own My belly twitches rabbit-like and I think ofthe 3D ultrasound where the nurse pointed out his openeyelids Whatever he sees in that darkness I hope it comfortshim Because we are shaped into humans alone in a friendly room the self gathers strength One dayhe will tell a person that he loves all about his parentsOh, you would think that coffee and tea were sacredfor how much they dote over it He laughs at us and how we are What I do now is food chain fodderfor the future This boy will teach me how to loosenmy leash to the self I have always walked in